Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in the DistrictCan't afford the French Quarter high"Says, "It gets old real quick."And he pales up next to meScrawled on the pavementIt says "Son, time is all the luck you'll need"

And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tiedAnd I won't betray the things that I hideThere's not enough years underneath this beltFor me to admit the way that I felt

Mean Mr. Mustard says, Don't be the wave that crashesFrom a sea of discontent"He says, "He's wrestled with that blanketIt leaves you cold and wet away you stretch it"Divine apathy! Disease of my youth!Watch that you don't catch it.

And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tiedAnd I won't betray the things that I hideThere's not enough years underneath this beltFor me to admit the way that I felt

And I am a wave that crashes from a sea that turns itselfInside out every chance I get to see what it's like in Hell.

And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tiedAnd I won't betray the things that I hideThere's not enough years underneath this beltFor me to admit the way that I felt

And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tiedAnd I won't betray the things that I hideThere's not enough years underneath this beltFor me to admit the way that I felt